The hammer doesn't hammer. The world reveals itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. 9:18 AM. The world reveals
itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. One column for failure, one
column for choice. 9:18 AM. Omission of a name. The world
reveals itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. 9:18 AM. The world reveals
itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. The world reveals itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. Failure or choice. The world
reveals itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. She drops the telephone—you're
in the doorway. Failure or choice. She thinks of sand when she
thinks of the city. The world reveals itself.
The hammer doesn't hammer. Estranged soldier. She drops the
telephone—you’re in the doorway. Years later, the unfired rifle
still rests in the glass case. Failure or choice. No, not
sunspots—your binocular is pointed in the wrong direction. She
thinks of sand when she thinks of the city. It illuminates itself.
The world reveals itself.
4 to Larry Eigner
1
no, the wait was enough
for me
no, afternoon
the joy of a favorite
word blinds me
for the rest of the stanza
2
I do
too
I do
not
and do you still
do you
3
gestures with glasses
hair back
nervous but
you calm me
4
“photos of
poets”
oh
poets before me
Heidegger’s word
Larry’s animal
Tristan’s sight
fire, rolls through matter
3 to Larry Eigner
1
heavy in the chair
yet
anxious in the room
i would respond
with a bird on my finger
2
our occupation
our punctuation
3
cupboard
to
hold
in absentia
our
lips
still
move
Andy Nicholson's poems have been published in many journals and magazines, among them: Aught, Shampoo, Beeswax, and Mirage #4/Period(ical). He has an intense interest in collaboration, both between writers and between artists of differing media. Among many current projects, he is translating the poetry of Pierre Reverdy and Tristan Tzara.
